Songbird's Call
a poem
her fall to flight had started with a dive ‘twas the smell of ravens hair causing her to leap that rare bird, a songstress of the heart so unknown their power, too unseen their greatness to hear them — revelation crumbled ground beneath her feet, she fell her reaching wings, her virgin voice, did so burden their peace their song a most delicate art — such strength it took to stay in flight preserved was their beautiful melody, forsaken the girl fallen now — on stilts of lies with bandaged wings so many words, yet none of theirs in countless breathless gasping pleas, she sang calling for that ever longest sought embrace; to heal to simply know their face again immortal hope, its grasp too tight, weight too heavy unkillable — forever stitched inside this windswept girl, so blown apart, her heart unfurled abreast from all she wanted most — her trust a prayer of purest hope fool in ways she’d always be, but nevermore in wholeness to miss their song — the hardest hurt she’d ever feel not knowing them — the greatest shame she’d ever hold heartful challenge like none known before forging within a fountain of courage spring eternal between her heart and voice despite all failure this chance to speak in plain and truth now taken never again would she be the same killed inside, the parts which most deserved pieced together stronger by a glue made from her tears devastating weights to now be shrugged off — eaten whole even brighter sun of beaming truth within her chest to once more hear their song — to make it clean the greatest chance for beauty ever spoken born now inside, this chiseled route to joy untold heart lit a path to take its turns, were choices that she’d make in every moment — every move following this newfound song of her soul holding faith it would bring her home to one day hear their song again to sing right there beside them
